One in the Shadows part one
one could find irony where he could be found, even made hans crack a smile at the thought... as hans grew near to the shop he could see some of the butchers men on the street, the were unaware of him, for the momment.
Regrets
She laid in the dark, after he left, a one night stand wasn't anything grand. she had hoped he'd stay, rather than make a move to play he left her in the dark cold and stark.
A Letter to Sapphire
#1 of free mind stories colors, the beauty of them interchanging between one another. a letter to sapphire (any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.) dear sapphire, hello.
The Hunter
Beside the table, the hunter sits, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded in his lap, as he looks contemplatively at the person on the bed. \*\*\* the hunter rides upon his dark brown horse, through the wind and the rain, heels to the beasts
Keep it Up
He explained it to her as best he could, when she finally woke up, her hand in his own, warm one. he explained that they could treat her, that they could keep her alive.
Court Date
Well, sometimes one must spare the life of one, in order to save the lives of many. kahest will be back someday, and he will help us win this war." valk turned and took a glass full of the darkest red wine she'd ever seen, sipping it gingerly.
Burn
I say in as flat a tone i can manage, shaking my head as i lean against the door frame, not stepping one inch out to give the impression i care speak to him, or one inch back to make him think i'd invite him in. "it's a good one this time..."
Any Day Now
More people, more questions, usually the same damn ones. one even had the gall to call him lucky. "three weeks at sea... only emergency rations... the only one of four to survive? you've got someone looking out for you."
What We Always Dreamed Of
"You're late." "I know." I replied plainly, seating myself across from him at the little, steel-wire table. It was all very cliché; the cafe, the large, bald man in a suit, reclined comfortably, the smoldering cigar between his thick fingers. For a...
THE FRONT: PART 8
"Redeem myself? What the hell was I thinking?" Scott asked himself, he was back in the trenches, their earthen walls closing in on him as he sat in his dugout and tried to avoid the rain. It had been raining for nearly a week now, but the German...
THE FRONT: PART 4
The triangular point was to keep stab wounds open, flat bayonets, like the ones employed by the germans, tended to be less deadly because their wounds could be easily stitched and bound.
THE FRONT: PART 3
If they heard you, then all it took was one flare, and they would see you as well. and just about everyone who got caught out in no man's land while raiding ended up dead, buried in the mud with no proper grave.